Random Thoughts

Okay, here's the deal: yeah we all in general should be nice and treat others the way we would want to be treated. Doesn't always work, because we're human and make mistakes. There's also that pesky problem where some people are complete dumbasses and don't deserve any kind of respect at all. But I don't really believe in karma and some people who do drive me nuts because they're so concerned with things they do in this life effecting the next one.

Um, hello!

There is no next life, and while we're on the subject of things that happen after you die, there is no Heaven either where you and God are going to go jumping from cloud to cloud chasing butterflies and rainbows together, when you're gone you're gone. But anyway, off topic. Back to this next-life thing. If you really truly believe that if you do bad things in this life and it's going to effect what you come back as in the next life, what would it really matter? If you were to come back as a toilet brush or a three toed sloth it wouldn't matter because you wouldn't have the capacity to think, feel, reason, etc. You wouldn't remember how good you had it in your previous life being the douche bag that got you into your next-life predicament in the first place. I guess what I'm trying to say is shut the fuck up. Next.

Last night we were drinking here at the apartment and watching some Scrubs. I can't decide if season four or season five is my favorite. I think four, five was really good but it was just so sad, first with Mrs. Wilkes dying and then when Jill dies and they donate her organs to those three patients, who in turn die because she'd had rabies and hadn't died of the cocaine overdose like everyone thought. One thing I also love about Scrubs is the music selection, but season five had more mainstream pop songs than some of the others it seems like, so I guess that's why four gets the nod. But both are very very good. Next.

Speaking of the drinking last night, a couple of Shelly's friends came over as I was next door telling the coke heads to have their friends move their fucking cars and quit parking behind ours and when I walked back into the house I swear to God Drake was sitting on the couch and it pissed me off. Then I realized that it was Shelly's friend Jeremy, which was odd. They looked that much alike, it was crazy. He talked kind of like him to, which irritated me to no end and I had a difficult time being nice to him. But he's the sarcastic asshole type anyway so it really wasn't a big deal and I was a sarcastic bitch right back. Next.

The one thing about being a woman that really bugs me is having to shave my legs. I hate doing it. Absolutely hate it. It's tedious and even though it's not that time-consuming, it's still time I could spend doing other things. Next.

Back to last night: Shelly and I decided our new smoke break spot (not sure exactly what we needed smoke breaks from, perhaps the tv-watching we were doing?) is out front. On Vine Street. We were standing out on this ledge that's above the three foot drop to the sidewalk and then these nasty creepy guys who live down the block on the corner of 25th across the street were staring at us. One actually crossed the street like he was going to come talk to us. Yeah right. Loser. Who even does that? Speaking of losers, yesterday at Best Buy some guy thought it was okay to turn around, stare at my boobs for about 10 seconds, then tell me he liked my shirt. In all fairness I was wearing my "I love Zack Morris" shirt, but come the fuck on you white trash hick. Like you have a chance. Ever. Contrary to popular belief, I am extremely picky about who I allow to flirt with me or hit on me and if I don't want you to you will know right away because I will be a raging bitch to you until you get the hint. Like I had to be with this tool at Best Buy. I just kind of stared at him and was like, "Yeah thanks." He got the hint right away and turned his ugly ass right back around. Second case in point, I also don't let nasty ass creeps hit on my friends. Shelly and I had gone to pay her phone bill one day and she has a bunch of tattoos on her back that are very brightly colored. We're standing there waiting in line and these two gross ass guys are behind us kind of whispering and staring at us so I'm staring right back at them and finally one actually reaches out and touches Shelly's back and is like, "Are those tattoos real?" The moron actually said he thought they might have been drawn on with GEL PENS. Are you fucking kidding me? Yeah, Shelly and I are so gay we do each others hair (okay, so we actually have done that but in our defense, we were actually hi-lighting her hair) and draw on each other with brightly colored pens. WHAT THE FUCK? Anyway, she turns around and looks at them finally and says in her driest most monotone voice, "Yeah they're real" then turns back around and ignores them the rest of the time even as they continue to stare so I continue to stare. So I say, "See, that's why my tattoo is hidden, so random people can't see or touch it." They got the hint then too. I realize that makes me sound like a truly raging bitch but have some fucking common sense. Idiots. Next.

Shelly and I also decided we're going to start tanning and getting cancer the good old-fashioned natural way instead of going to a tanning booth. Actually, I have gone to a tanning salon for three years now, so not a big deal for me. Anyway, we were driving one day and saw this huge truck that was transporting some sod, so we decided we were going to steal some sod and completely sod behind our apartment and just leave two spaces for us to park in, regardless of what the landlord or owners might think. Then we were going to get a slip'n'slide, some lawn chairs, a pink flamingo and a kiddie pool and have a backyard oasis. Last night though we discovered we kind of have a decent front yard, though it is small. Granted, we will literally be laying out tanning on one of the busiest streets in Lincoln, but hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.

I think that's about all for me, I need a bit more sleep before I go to work today, I am not entirely certain all the Jack has left my system yet and I really don't want to feel shitty at work for alcohol-related reasons.